I know, all that frustration makes it seem like nothing is doing well. But there is some good stuff happening on the home front. Let's start with the garden. Remember last year when I couldn't give rhubarb away for free? Suddenly this year I have two neighbors who've been asking for and taking some. My lawn mower's parents are one, and a family across the street are another. This of course is on top of my having had Paul dig up two full plants so I could take them to a friend who loves rhubarb for baking. Miracle of miracles, she even had one of her grown sons home that day with some time to dig holes, plant, and water them, before he went to work. Last time I looked, her new plants were doing well. That later day was when I also dropped off some pale blue iris for her to plant. She's been asking for the iris for a couple years, and managed twice to kill them without getting them anywhere near in the ground first. Hmmmm, some interesting cause-and-effect at work, eh? That second day her same son was home, again with time, and the iris were also planted per my instructions!
Yeee haaaaa! (Now we'll see if anybody remembers to water.....)
More good garden news: Everything I've planted this spring, including trans-planted to a different site, is thriving in my own garden spots. So far one thing is on order, a very unusual plant but also very inexpensive, so I fully expect another year or two before see the blossom results. Meanwhile I ordered some wooden tongue depressors. Together with colored pencils and clear tape folded over that will work for marking "this plant right here blooms in this color" when it's time to dig and relocate later in the season.
I fully gave up on my gawdawfulll hospital "sling". I put up with the first one for a longer time, but my body has been reacting to the 2nd one sooner than before and I really and truly hate itching. So I dug out an old dish towel, folded it into a triangle, knotted corners together, forced it over my head (fun!) and have been using it to keep my arm somewhere close to where it's supposed to be, hopefully for a few more weeks. It's not perfect but it IS TOLERABLE!!! Meanwhile the local pharmacy opens soon and Steve will be driving us up up there to see - because these guys specialize in service - if they can come up with something between the comfort of a towel and the sturdiness of the rigid poking plastic torture chamber. Fingers crossed. I'm NOT going back to the hospital one but I do see the point of more firm restrictions of arm movement for the next few weeks. The staff will know and have no qualms about emerging from behind their counters and guiding me straight to whichever necessary item is my necessary item du jour. I will happily pay for that service, especially since it's semi-free. I just have to wait a couple extra hours till they open to get it taken care of. I can be patient, right? Right? C'mon, just say "YES" and we can get on with this.
Just two more hours or so and suddenly I'll look up and reflect, "Pain? What pain? When did that go away? Was it when I was watching the morning news from the airport? You know, that part where they were showing off a new robot bartender in a new gaming section, that bit where it had to shake the cup of beverage and ice but apparently wasn't programmed to put a lid on the cup first? Yep. it might have been then, come to think of it. I hope they put that sequence in their permanent blooper files! It was so unrepentently, spectacularly wrong Wrong WRONG!!!! Hmmm, I wonder if the stuff splashing all over the counter damaged the gizmo's robotic bartender arm too at the time, or it just ran out of go-juice? And was the counter stained for good? Because I'm sure not washing it!!! Oops, nobody slip on the ice there..... Is there a bartender somewhere here? Anywhere? Janitor...? Lawyer? I hear a lot of money went into making this place....
But yeah, I'm pretty sure that was when the arm pain went away..... for a bit.
Or maybe it was just waiting long enough after the Oxy got swallowed spent in chasing down typos that fixed it?
Or..... "Server still not found...." Oh yeah, Steve remembers an email... work being done somewhere, no internet..... was that till after supper? Hooo boy !!!! Hmmm, the garden needs a drink..... Uhh, apparently so does my shirt... and these shoes..... oops. I'm going to pretend that was a mistake.... want to join?
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